We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Back in the bad old days, I used to know how to walk from Port Authority to Grand Central completely underground. It was not obvious or easy, and there were a couple of daring transitions, but I was young and cool.... At that time, GC was a dingy dump, and I used to look up and dream of how it would look if it could only be restored. The old Grand Central Oyster Bar was an iconic and authentic place where I first tasted oyster stew (and beer), and pretended I was in another age and time, sitting at the long bar, deep in that old time warmth....
I commute through GCT everyday. I never get tired of the beauty. Some interesting tidbits
- It's called Grand Central Terminal (versus) station, because Metro North trains terminate there. It's the end of the line.
- There is a spot (intersection) right outside the Oyster bar entrance downstairs, that if you whisper facing the wall, another person catty-corner from you can hear you. It's the photo in the link above that titled "Public Tours Scheduled Weekly"